Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WITHOUT FIGURES, by EDA LOU WALTON First Line: I will write a poem Last Line: Touching me. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
I will write a poem Without figures. I will tell how a tree Is beautiful Because it is a tree; How the sunset sky Is beyond words, Being pure color. I will cry How mountains are exalted high Into clouds Only as mountains may be; How night on earth, On sea -- And day -- (In spite of all that poets may say) Have but the dignity, The loveliness God gave them. And lastly I'll confess How even your hands, Touching me, Are not like apple-petals falling, Nor blue rain, Nor children at prayer, Nor again Like low insistent calling Of thunder, Nor ike to anything life holds Of ancient wonder, Save your hands Touching me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A HIDDEN RHYTHM by EDA LOU WALTON |
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